Zhongli finished writing the lyrics like a stream, and was about to compose a music for the lyrics when a coquettish voice sounded from his side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've already written. ”

Liu Ruoting stood up at this time, glanced at Zhongli, and the corners of her mouth raised a touch of disdain.

"Yes! It took less than forty minutes to finish. ”

"is worthy of being a genius girl second only to Yang Xintong, and she really deserves her reputation. ”

"Teacher Ma, I really envy you! Your 388 class already has an eight-grade singer Wang Hao, and there are genius girls like Liu Ruoting, in this year's Spring Outing Festival's song competition, your 388 class must be the top three!"

"Where, where. The woman named Teacher Ma hurriedly said modestly, but her face was full of pride.

This person is the head teacher of class 388 of the third year of high school, that is, Liu Ruoting's head teacher, Ma Lifeng.

Hearing the envious praise of other teachers, Ma Lifeng was quite proud, glanced at Ma Guihua on the very edge, and said sneeringly: "The top three this year should be the 383 class, the waste in the class has become a genius, who can stop the edge of the 383 class, isn't it, Teacher Ma?"

"Haha, Mr. Ma, don't make fun of Mr. Ma, what's going on in their class, others don't know, but we know it!"

"Don't blame me, if I'm the last all year round, I won't be able to stand it, and maybe I'll think of some evil ways. ”

"You can't say that, no matter what, you still have to abide by the way of being a teacher. If a teacher does not have the virtue of being a teacher, then she is not worthy of being a teacher. ”

"Yes, Mr. Duan is right. For some people, it's time for some people to reflect. ”

Facing the ridicule of these class teachers, Ma Guihua bit her lip tightly.

She didn't respond to these teachers' words, but stared at Zhongli like a torch, secretly expecting in her heart: Zhongli! You must be able to! Our class 383 needs you to stand up and correct your name!

You have to show these dog-eyed people that you are a real genius!

Feeling Ma Guihua's gaze, Zhongli smiled at her, and secretly said in his heart: Don't worry, Mr. Ma, I will help you slap them in the face!

"That's it!"

Liu Shiyu interrupted the cynicism of these teachers, then looked at Liu Ruoting, and said, "Since it is written, then you can start singing!"

To create a song, you have to sing it if you want to know how many qualities the song has reached.

From the beginning of the song to the end of the song, the more heaven and earth vitality is absorbed, the higher the quality of the song.

"The song I'm going to sing is called "Father's Love Is Like a Song, Pure and Bright". ”

Liu Ruoting held up the question paper and gestured, and then began to sing.

"Hi~!

Your back is Zayamana!

Your arms are like harbors!

Your arms are like a cradle!

Your voice will never be forgotten!

Daddy and daughter have grown up!

Now you're my concern!

Oops!'

Liu Ruoting's singing voice is very pure, transparent and bright, without any noise, giving people a sense of comfort like flowing water.

This voice alone has surpassed most singers.

As Liu Ruoting began to sing, the handwriting on the question paper in Liu Ruoting's hand slowly floated up from the question paper one by one.

Obviously, this song has been psychic and is a song.

"Ahh

"The songs created on the spot can be psychic, and this woman's future is limitless!"

"Yes, I don't know how many good songs can be reached. ”

"The main theme of the singing continent is used, and there is no innovation, and the grade of the song should not be too high, it is estimated that it is between 2 and 3 grades. ”

"Forty minutes to write a two-pin song is already very good, and there are not many people in the entire academy who can do this. ”

When this song is recorded in the song library, Liu Ruoting's fan value will increase a lot. ”

After Liu Ruoting's singing began, the surrounding homeroom teachers showed their approval.

People who can write songs on the spot can be regarded as outstanding geniuses in the entire singer academy.

Moreover, in the Singer Academy, both students and teachers can be included in the college's song library for promotion as long as they create songs that are in and out of the school.

If the song is liked by other students, you can get fans.

Liu Ruoting's current fan value ranks 26th in the school's fan list, if this song is put into the library and promoted, Liu Ruoting's fan value will definitely rise again, and the ranking may be much higher at that time.

However, just when this group of teachers praised Liu Ruoting, Zhongli, who was composing music on the side, burst out laughing.

"Poof! A mountain song that can be hummed casually can also be called a good song?"

Hearing the comments of this group of teachers, Zhongli smiled disdainfully.

Zhongli admitted that Liu Ruoting's voice is very clear and good, but the lyrics and melody of her song are too much.

This is simply the kind of "oral song" that many ethnic minorities on the earth could hum casually when they stood on the top of the mountain in the thirties and forties!

This kind of melody is unified, and it is a song that can be sung casually by everyone, and it can also be called a good song?

It's funny!

"Hubris!You shit knows what a good song is!?"

"If you don't know how to appreciate good songs, that's your ignorance!"

"You actually say that other people's songs are not good, but what about your songs?

Hearing Zhongli's ridicule, the teachers who had praised Liu Ruoting earlier shouted angrily one by one.

Liu Ruoting was even more angry.

She had just finished singing and was receiving praise from her teachers, and the little pride in her heart had just begun to appear, and she heard Zhongli's ridicule here!

A piece of garbage who actually said that her songs were not good!!

Damn it!

"You say my song is not good!?" Liu Ruoting looked at Zhongli with a grim face.

"It's not an hour yet, I'm not in a hurry, are you in a hurry?" Zhongli smiled coldly at those teachers, and then looked at Liu Ruoting with an angry face, "This song of yours, in the eyes of a certain group of idiots, may be regarded as a good song, but in my eyes, it can be regarded as a song at most!"

It's a song at most!?

Her 2-grade song, in his eyes, is at most a song!?

I don't know how many people in the academy racked their brains to create a second-grade song, and in his eyes, it was worthless!

Outrageous!

"Zhongli! You're good! I'd like to see if you can write a song with a second fret! If you don't even have a second fret song, I'll be in the ring with you today!"

Liu Ruoting's eyes flashed with anger!

The Singer Ring is a arena specially provided by the Singer Academy for teachers and students of the school to fairly resolve personal grievances!

In the ring, the losing side will accept the sanction of the winner!

As long as you are in the ring, even if you are beaten and disabled, as long as you are not killed, no one will interfere!

"You don't need to be so angry, wait a while, you'll know what makes a good song. ”

Zhongli shook his head and smiled, then stopped paying attention to the scolding teachers around him, and concentrated on writing.

In a short time, the lyrics and songs were completed.

Zhongli put away his pen and smiled faintly around.

"Well, a really good song, born!"